TV Series: Arrow

Olicity fic

Genre: Romance/Drama

How she realized that he needed more than she could be

How he came to realize how much she meant to him

I own NOTHING, except for this take on their relationship.

Part II:

Felicity's perspective:

Keeping abreast of the news on Mrs. Queen-Steel's trial is beginning to take a toll on her mood. Reporters who don't appreciate or make any concessions for the immense stress and worry that the family and loved ones are enduring throughout the process are no better, in Felicity's humble opinion, than vultures. Carrions and scavengers, who will feed off of any spectacle, with only an eye to self-profit, and the worst part is that they've found a socially-legitimate means of doing it, so it's not like she can set the Arrow on them either. Diggle walks into her office in the middle of this internal rant and other ongoing work, and the normally gorgeous man really does not look too hot today.

"I'm going. Just need to make arrangements for a replacement bodyguard."

Typically Diggle, while anyone with eyes can see that the man is not in any condition to not be delegating the task of arranging for someone else to guard Oliver, he has to insist on doing it because his training has apparently left him with the default-setting of believing that he is and always must be responsible for everything.

Urggh, pointy things are the absolute worst. But the irony is not lost on her, and as follows any thought, iteration in speech. At least 80% of the time, with the rest of the 20%, most of which is concerning a certain set of abs, legs, arms etc, being met by a functioning brain-to-mouth filter. And talking about pointy things and the filtered 20%... huh, maybe all pointy things aren't that bad. Urggh, thank God she didn't voice that out loud. Poor Diggle, he really doesn't look like he's in good shape at all. And, as this sinks in for little Ms. Rambliest-of-them-all, Diggle collapses to the ground. These men are really heavy.

Waiting for Oliver while trying to hold Diggle together and make sure he doesn't shiver himself to pieces is insane. The test results make no sense. What has happened to her friend makes no sense, and she's too terrified of leaving him unmonitored and without attention for even a second to try and find out how the hell this happened. She just wants him to get better. She wants to see this man who she has come to view as next-to-invincible to regain his invincibility and most of all she wishes she wasn't so damn helpless in the face of it all. Oliver wouldn't be helpless. He'd know what to do, how to do it, and he'd have mapped out a plan of action and strategy within moments with time to suit up to spare.

Oliver arrives as soon as he is able, and as always, he enables her to put on her super-sleuth-suit and go digging on her home turf, while he takes over monitoring Diggle.

What is with these cover-ups? Do those in positions of authority not get that while such information may cause some alarm, it is also likely to help prevent people from taking unnecessary risks, and prevent, in turn, people from falling prey to these raving lunatics.

He can't. He can't kill again. If he kills again, it'll not only make him feel more like he's betraying Tommy's memory, but it'll kill that much more of the parts of him that are slowly coming back to life. He's recovering, slowly, but surely, and if he kills again, it'll set him back. It'll remind him of the killer that the island forced him to be.

He won't kill the Count. He doesn't want to. Progress! Worries, threats, danger, they're no longer driving him into "kill or be killed" mode. She thinks she might actually become dizzy with relief if only Diggle'd recover from this awful sickness. The Count is an evil man. He is a cruel, sadistic, evil man.

These men are ridiculous. One's mother is on trial for over 500 murders, and the other's ill from being drugged with a highly addictive drug, and they're joking about poker faces. Combat mentality, urggh. And that stupid Count had to do something with the recipe to prevent the serum from helping at all. And now the guy's threatening the whole city. Is he trying to force Oliver to kill him? God, he looks creepy.

Diggle can't go. She will. She'll go, if it'll help him recover any sooner. Maybe it'll help her feel less useless too. She can't just sit here and do nothing anymore. Diggle's hurting because of this damn illness, and Oliver's hurting because of his mom's trial, and she can only help one, and God help her, that's exactly what I'm going to do. Both of these men have been through enough, and she's tired to death of standing idly by as it happens.

Oh God, he's even creepier in person!

Eeww! She wants him to stop touching her. She wants him to stop finding reasons to run his disgusting hands all over her, making her skin crawl, but that's why he's doing it. He's enjoying how much it's freaking her out. He loves the way she can't seem to get her shit together. God, she feels so helpless. Not just helpless, but trapped too. She feels like she's having everything in her suffocated just short of causing her to pass out. She can feel the bile rising in her throat with every twist of her ponytail in his fingers, and she wants to do is chop those fingers off. Most of all, she just wants this to end.

Just as she thinks that, Oliver comes in, walking like the predator that he is to the prey that is this disgusting, vile lunatic. Well, actually, not prey. Please, not prey. Don't let him kill again. If she holds it together, maybe he'll remain calm enough to find an alternative. At the very least, if she doesn't behave like a sniveling damsel in distress, it might not drive him over the edge. He is her friend, and he will want to kill the Count if simply because he scared her. And that's all he's done. He's frightened her, but that's not worth Oliver killing him over, or even worse, being killed over.

Damn man! He's shooting at Oliver, and she's sitting here like a lame duck! Please Oliver, be ok. Why, why does he keep touching her?!

"Oliver, don't! Not for me"

Not only is the guy creepy, but he's dumb as well. Oliver looks desperate, and with all the crap he's being put through right now, he might just very well go for the kill.

He killed again, because of her. And he got shot, because of her. It's terrifying that he's become so used to it that he thinks it matters less that he was shot than it does that she, being the sissy that she is, can't seem to stop shaking. But he looks at her, and he says it's alright, and it makes her like it really is. She stops shaking after looking into those eyes and seeing the warmth in them, because if anything, with Oliver here, there's nothing to be scared of. He's so strong, so brave, and so good. Nothing bad is going to happen, because he's saved her. He just had to take a life to do it. And that look in his eyes as he looks down onto the street is because of her. She put that guilt and sadness there. She's not strong enough, not capable enough or smart enough in the "doesn't-get-herself-into-life-threatening-situations-with-no-way-to-save-herself" way. She'll just add more to his burdens.